With the election less than a week away, I being the moderately liberal Democrat that I am has a glimmer of hope it will actually go the way of the polls. But also, I have a better glimmer hope going on that is something I brought up last week with my A Man’s Passion project.
My wife is upset about a whole bunch of things, not least of which is me. At any rate, if you hadn’t been up on the current event in our lives, we are in the process of moving. She is packing and wringing her hands and praying that the nasty and horrible winter won’t come too soon.
“Yes, coco has not been seen for awhile and the humans who feed us and makes us squawk about are mum about it. They act if she never existed and she was here long before me. It is a mystery and I haven’t a clue about her.”
I stayed home and didn’t like it. Daddy always takes me to wherever, but this time only the dog named Coco went, leaving here alone. Maybe it was the way they both talked and looked at her that got me thinking that this trip Coco took wasn’t such a treat after all.
“You two are trying to kill me!,” my wife and I were startled out of a deep sleep. “Hello, yeah I’m calling to report a murder You better get here right away. My mom and dad are attempting to kill me.”
Monday brought an extreme weather event that in January would be called either a Polar Vortex or an Alberta Clipper. On this day it was hell on earth. Winds came out from the east. The event not only downed trees, power lines that in turn created new fires or reignited old ones that many fire departments in the area assumed were out.